Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 587 - 334: The Eyeball That Lost Internet Connection for a Long Time

The stone eyeball of the Last Emperor, Xiao Jing, though its identity had been seen through, showed no sign of fear as it calmly looked at Zhang Ze and asked.

"When did I give myself away? Didn't I perform just like the Great Ancestor?"

With its voice trembling, the shadow began to dissolve, and that stone eyeball fell to the ground, rolling a few times, turning from one into ten, ten into a hundred, and a hundred into a thousand.

Like scattered Buddha beads.

Thousands of stone eyeballs simultaneously rotated, all looking at Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze ignored this bizarre scene and chuckled lightly, "You're overthinking it, not even a bit like him."

The eyes were stunned by Zhang Ze's answer, seeming quite disappointed.

After a long pause, a sigh echoed in the darkness.

"Alas, indeed… The Great Ancestor was wise and mighty, unmatched in schemes, but in terms of the Emperor's Heart Technique, I, an unworthy descendant, cannot match him one bit.

"It's a pity that despite all my calculations, I ended up merely imitating him poorly, making a fool of myself in front of you."

If it weren't for these thousands of strange eyes, just listening to the conversation would make it sound like two old friends catching up.

Zhang Ze looked at the eyeballs as if looking at an idiot, "You're overthinking it, I never said your cunning was inferior to Xiao Qingyun's."

Xiao Jing's eyeball was puzzled, "Hmm? What do you mean?"

"I mean your ancestor was an idiot, with no damn cunning.

"Remember that 'Heroic Legends of the Sui and Tang Dynasties' I told you about? You thought your ancestor was Li Er?

"You wish, actually that guy was the Demon Lord of Mayhem, Cheng Yaojin."

Listening to Zhang Ze's words, the eyeballs began to tremble, and some of them regrouped, with a massive eyeball floating up to look down at Zhang Ze.

"Impossible! The Great Ancestor was wise and mighty, building unparalleled achievements, how could he…"

Zhang Ze, "Wise and mighty, my ass. He was just a pretty face deceiving people. You could say he had developed limbs, ate a lot, and shat a lot, and that would be more accurate."

The eyeball was somewhat confused, and recited loudly, "The uprising at White Mount lasted for seven years, with initial stability in the rear; Southern Chen became South County. To attract extraordinary talents, eighteen families jointly held an artifact refining competition. The Great Ancestor forged the Nine-Section Golden Sword, went there under an alias, and surprisingly won the championship. On the day he raised the sword, a celestial phenomenon occurred; people said it was destined by heaven…"

Zhang Ze chuckled, opened the diary, and read aloud.

"July 5th, last night Xiao Qingyun, that idiot, secretly came over. He knelt down and begged me to borrow a treasure to show off. I was a bit annoyed at the time, so I gave him the backscratcher I had just made the day before, tricked him into thinking it was the Celestial King Nine-Section Sword, never thought he'd really believe it."

The eyeballs were filled with disbelief, "Impossible? How could a backscratcher be the Nine-Section Sword, how could a backscratcher win the championship?"

Zhang Ze looked at the eyeballs with a gaze reserved for idiots, "Are you dumb? Of course, that idiot got recognized.

"The Xiao Family is a Noble Family of artifact refining, and he is the second son of the White Alliance's leader. If they didn't manipulate the results to let him win the championship, would they publicly declare that thing as a backscratcher, slapping the Xiao Family's face?

"So yeah, some people like to flatter, using euphemistic writing to change the order of events so that his stupid incident seemed like he was destined by heaven."

Although Emperor Xiaojing's eyeball had no mouth, it seemed a bit breathless.

"How could the Great Ancestor not recognize a backscratcher? Could it be the Great Ancestor didn't know artifact refining?"

Faced with this question, Zhang Ze thought for a moment, "Can't say he was completely clueless. He was good at racing Flying Ships, racing really well, yeah, that's all he knew…"

Seeing Xiao Jing's eyeball still unbelieving, Zhang Ze opened the diary again, turning to a very early page.

"October 1st, today I went to ask Xiao Qingyun about the artifact refining technique, but that bastard told me he didn't know it at all.

"I wondered why the books he gave me were all so new, I thought he maintained them well, turns out he never read them!

"I then asked him, if he hadn't read them, where did the notes in the books come from?

"He said his newly acquired beautiful concubine was well-versed in the Path of Artifact Refining and copied them for him. I said then call your little wife here, but that bastard refused, saying family skills could be passed on, but his wife couldn't be introduced to me. What if I find her attractive and covet her?

"That bastard thinks of me like this."

After Zhang Ze finished speaking, he closed the diary and spread his hands to the eyeballs, "You see, that's how it is."

The eyeballs started to shake, as if their faith had collapsed. It seemed this Last Emperor really admired his ancestor.

And Zhang Ze was still twisting the knife in his heart.

"There's also the Three Divine Mountains, a place name I came up with. I rarely come up with such a good name.

"If it weren't for me, your ancestor would have named it Three Bros Mountain.

"The last time I invited you there was to test you. If you truly were Xiao Qingyun, then when I mentioned searching for meteorite iron, he would have eagerly gone downhill with me to dig the soil, instead of painting grand visions from above.

"Xiao Qingyun succeeded largely because of his dumb luck, and the other ninety-three percent was his warm-hearted, silly nature.

"People liked to hang out with him, were happy to follow him, so they voluntarily gathered around him to offer advice. It's that simple.

"But you guys turned this fool into an invincible idol. Xiao Qingyun farts, and you can write an essay about whether this fart smells good or not.

"If I hadn't disappeared back then, or died, or gone somewhere else, I definitely would have left you a 'Diary of a Fool's Entrepreneurial Life', to let you see his true colors."